Idiots.

I thank God for giving me a breed of people that I call "Walking Contridictions".
I have a co-worker whos name is Lucy . She is approx. 30 years old and has 3 children with her "husband". They have been together for at least 12 years and own a home in a nice neighborhood. She was unhappy with her name because she is one of 10 women in her family to be named Lucy. She decided to changer her name to Mary. She thought that it was a beautiful name and it would bring her a new relgious identity, since she is very active in her church. So she legally changed her name to Mary and insisted that people start calling her that.
Now I have no problem with someone who wants to change their name because it makes them sleep better at night. I have a problem with people who claim to be so "holy" that they change their name to a biblical name and have three children out of wed-lock. Girl screaming "Oh God" and "Jesus Christ" while youre getting your freak on doesnt count as praying. Mary was a virgin and clearly youre not.
Youre not fooling anyone, hopefully not even yourself.

Fate or Free Will?

The big move from Boston to Ct is less than 1 week away. We are packing up the apt and moving down there for a few reasons. 1. To be closer to our families. We are both family people and really miss having the luxury of going over there for dinner on a week night or meeting someone for coffee. 2. Make more moolah. Dan and I are both pastry chefs and people of our experience are a dime a dozen so we dont get paid as well. The need isnt as great in Ct for sweet professional but we get paid more-like 40% more. We still dont make a great living but its a work in progress. The cost of living is about the same but you get more for your money. 3. Its time for a change. The fast paced life of Boston is starting to wear on us. We turn into monster Massholes when we get behind the wheel and honk and scowl at everyone in our way. We are aging more quickly with this kind of stress on us, both finanacially and mentally. We do not have children but I do not want to raise them in this city. We used to gauge our sucess on how far away we got from our hometown of New Haven, but now we have grown out of that school of thought and turned it to caring less about how others view our sucess. It was always a competition to be the first to move out and get a good job and who has the better degree or to get married. But now I see that if I just live my life and enjoy the people around me I will be viewed as sucessful and people will look up to me. I have my "shit" together in the words of one of my co-workers. This move is going to be a big adjustment for us even though we are optomistic about it. All I can do is have faith that everything will work out for a reason.
Is this our fate or our free will? Are we making this happen or was it suppose to happen all along? Did we have to go through the storm to enjoy the sunshine or has the storm just begun?
Soon my posts will be less intense and more about the shit I see and my point of view on it. Like my kitty cats and the crazy ass shit they do.

Bittersweet Chocolate

SO..this is my first time blogging. I dont know if anyone will read it but in my opinion life is too short not to say whats on my mind and I have alot going through this thick head. I am rough around the edges, I do not let people walk all over me and you either love me or hate me. I am outspoken and not afraid to tell someone what I think, even if its not what they want to hear.
I hate moving. Im in the process of moving because I got a promotion at work and its in a different state. Its bittersweet. Its a good thing because I like change, and I feel that putting yourself in an uncomfortable position forces you to learn and grow. Also, my husband, Dan, bitches that I never take any chances. So I saw a postion posted on my comapnys website and decided to apply. I never thought I would get the position but I did. Not because im not qualified or deserving but because they dont know me in that part of the company. But sure as hell I got the job and so we move next week. Even if it is for a good reason, I hate moving. I have too much shit and have decided that I need to simplify things. I have donated alot of my "shit" and I hope that someone else will find a treasure in it as I once did.

Once the move is complete I will be living in a town that I have never lived in before. I hope that I can explore new bakeries and see new flavor combonations that I havnt seen before. I am a professional baker and I am always looking for new recipies to try out and learn from. I will be posting my findings and thoughts on everything from baking to my cats and everything in between that I want people to know. I am an aquired taste like bittersweet chocolate and im not afraid of who I am or what im thinking.